sola virtus invicta

Glossop Labour Club

The Subject Access Request dealt with by Edinburgh Fringe was the first and, to date, the most helpful of all SARs submitted. The 2016 EdFringe SAR contains much the same sort of complaints made against me as in 2015. Revealingly, even EdFringe staff admit that one particular Twitter account, RTingBot, is focused on me and is attempting to get me prosecuted.

Following previous treatment of me by Derbyshire Constabulary, including six arrests, unwarranted detention and seizure of my property whilst seemingly being reluctant to carry out any proper investigation into harassment of which I am the victim, this statement will be published in full on my blog alisonchabloz.wordpress.com as well as forwarded to my solicitor, my barrister, and to Ms Jane Grenfell of the UK Charity Commission.

Following last month’s successful London Forum appearance at the Grosvenor Hotel, I am now the centre of attention as far as Twitter is concerned because I have once again been banned.

It’s getting to be a habit. In one way, I’m glad. I was spending too much time
on Twitter much to the detriment of other, more purposeful activities – like
writing. Proper writing.

I doubt there’ll be any press commentary, but at least the trolls seem happy, in
their own sweet way.

My suspension was the result of stating that I’d pay good money to see a rope
around Nemo’s neck. I indulged myself, it’s true and his reaction was, as usual,
predicatable and a source of great merriment.

Flies – and indeed maggots – can move easily from the UK to the continent or even farther afield, by plane or boat…

Last week, I received an email from a friend in Canada with a copy of a letter
from Twitter, informing him that the French CRIF Jew lobby was threatening
Twitter with legal action, because of one of his tweets hosting a link to my
song: “Nemo’s Antisemitic Universe“. Quelle coincidence!

A week earlier, I received a rather strange email from Eric Hunt who apparently
now falls into the Cole/Irving/Weber camp of semi-revisionism which adheres to the belief that that the Holocaustᵀᴹ happened, but just not at Auschwitz. Even Vanessa Fuery agrees, which – considering our tweet history – is quite a confession.

Certainly, the schnaps will be flowing this evening in Barnet ! Jubliation
and much gloating shall ensue till the early hours, all in the name of
censorship.

Of course, I’m also angry and sad. Who wouldn’t be? But this is no time for
defeatism. There’s a fight ahead for those of us who treasure our national
interest and who want to protect our European culture and heritage from parasitical gangs and their money-printing overlords.

We must be strong and we must unite. Our bond with Europe must not be weakened by too much plaintive wallowing in the quagmire of Brexit and the EU. The next General Election will likely be fought on this very issue, despite Theresa May’s promises. Till then, groundwork is of the essence.

As an artist (my detractors can say what the f*ck they like, I don’t care)
it’s truly a great honour to be targeted in this way. Reaction to my work as well as repeated bannings suggest that my (((enemies))) know the true value of their “prize”. Maggots would much rather be abused than have scorn poured over them by means of satirical songs – especially performed by a strong female.

Police know exactly where I am. In fact, I dropped off the latest anonymous
postal deliveries at Glossop police station this afternoon. Not sure there’s much point: if there’s no record of anyone’s fingerprints in the police data bank, it seems they can’t investigate further. Hmmm. Well, we’ll see what my MP has to say about that.

My barrister friend warned me to be careful after my rope tweet. One of my biggest
problems is disliking being told what to do. He was right, of course, but a change is long overdue. If Twitter doesn’t reinstate me, then Twitter can go f*ck itself. 50 or so accounts won’t have much to do with me gone, so it’s really not my loss – with the exception of my dear followers, of course. I’ve lost one platform, but I will find others and several alternatives have already been suggested.

For nationalists (non-kosher, if you please) and others who may be reading this
post, among the first people to offer their support were a Pakistani and a Black British gay Jew. Something to chew on:

It seems attacks on Gentiles are kosher, whereas if an anonymous Jew-Zionist
troll is attacked by a Gentile, then the Gentile will be suspended. Jew-Zionist trolls can literally get away with murder, even when a tweet also contains blatant racism:

Equality? Free speech? Or is it discrimination? At the very least it’s a clear
case of double standards.

During the first 22 days of October, Nemo aka Sicaro has incessantly stalked my
Twitter account. This has been the case daily since August 2015 after my #quenelle in Edinburgh. Nemo is a snooper. Nemo uses his own search terms to smear me publicly from the safe-space of his cloak of anonymity. Nemo is a parasitic maggot.

This suspension occurred in almost the exact same way as the one dating back to March 2015. Also a Friday evening – I remember I was at a gig. There was no breach of Twitter rules there either, simply another case of targeted and coordinated mass reporting. Twitter’s automated report system was swung into action. No amount of appeals were effective. I simply had to start again from scratch.

This time, I made sure I had a back-up account with locked tweets which I
sometimes updated with new followers but which had lain dormant since July 2015.
However, maggots soon performed their tribal duty and whoosh! this morning that account had gone too.

What can I do? Probably nothing. Twitter Support must know who I am – even the
CRIF wants my songs removed – again showing how effective humour and satire
can be when dealing with maggots. Repeated suspensions, the banning of my Edinburgh show and from Glossop Labour Club all merely go to prove yet again that the ‘antisemitism’ argument is being used as a political weapon to insure and protect Zionist control of, well, everything.

Free thinkers are the last thing our enemies want. Are you a sensible conformist
who goes along with the idea that the Jooz are under no circumstances to be
scrutinised, let alone criticised? Then you’ll fit it nicely.

If you want some advice from Twitter, then why not ask any user featured
below: there’s a short descriptive to help you decide who might be the most useful. They’ll tell you what to believe, whom you can hate and abuse with impunity (that’d be people like me) and they’ll also let you know what will happen if you stray from the kosher path they’ve decreed everyone else must live by – ((( theirs ))).

Over the past few days, I’ve been watching a Channel 4 – Arte France TV production called The Promise. When my hosts suggested we watch the four feature-length episodes together, I knew that someone else had recommended the drama to me a while ago, but I couldn’t remember who…

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The film tells the story of Erin, an English student who accompanies her best friend, Eliza, to Israel where Eliza is about to commence her military service with the IDF. As Erin prepares to leave, her mother tries to prevent her, saying she doesn’t wish her daughter to be caught up in a war zone. At the same time, Erin’s grandfather, Len, is seriously ill in hospital. Whilst helping to sort her grandfather’s belongings, Erin comes across Len’s diary which describes his experiences as a British paratrooper in Palestine after the Second World War.

The film is based on documented historical fact. We are shown scenes from Len’s diary as the action switches from the similarly tense violence of early Jewish occupation to the disgrace of the present day Zionist entity, as seen through the young woman’s eyes: Erin is on a mission to find the family of Mohammed, her grandfather’s Arab servant, and return the key of their house in Haifa before it was stolen from them by invading European Jews.

Erin’s journey of discovery puts her in great danger. She learns that Mohammed’s family first became refugees in the fields they had tended on the hillside above Haifa; the trail then takes her to Hebron and finally to Gaza where she finds Mohammed’s daughter. The film concludes with Erin’s return to England where she is able to assuage her grandfather’s life-long guilt.

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In late 2014, following the last Israeli offensive on Gaza known as Protective Edge, an acquaintance from Glossop, Derbyshire (where I have been based for the past five years and where I also lived for a brief period after I graduated from Liverpool University in the late 80s), Kasey Carver and I organised several benefit gigs in aid of Palestinian children. We called our initiative Glossop For Kids In Gaza. Artists, musicians and activists came to Glossop Labour Club to donate time, creativity and knowledge in aid of this crucial cause.

The support we received was sufficient to raise several hundred pounds for MAP (Medical Aid for Palestinians) . The gigs were generally well attended although it was clear from the start that we were preaching to the converted.

As well as the Glossop For Kids in Gaza benefit gigs, I was also active in town’s Labour Club as a folk musician. Two Christmases running, I accompanied carols on the piano and, throughout the rest of the year, regularly jammed with other musicians at the various weekly or monthly folk sessions.

Kasey Carver is a Glossop Labour Club committee member. She is fully aware of the two-year long institutional harassment of me by Zionists. Because of my involvement, the social club has been equally targeted on Twitter by my abusers. Carver is also the person who recommended I watch The Promise.

In an email shortly after New Year, Carver claimed that her fellow committee member and my fellow musician, Matt Hill (The Quiet Loner, a former banker turned singer-songwriter whose work consists of Americana-style socialist protest songs) was worried about the impact of anonymous Zionist trolls on the Labour Club’s Twitter timeline.

In short, Carver and Hill were apparently policing my tweets. A week later, I received an email from the Labour Club banning me from the building.

Seeing ‘The Promise’ helped me to put Carver and Hill’s betrayal of me into perspective and finally react to being banned. Both are ‘anti-Zionist Zionists’ and typify everything that is wrong with the British left today. Not only did they betray me; like so many other nominal leftists, Carver and Hill have also betrayed the very values which they claim to stand for.

In 1947, British troops withdrew from Palestine leaving the Arabs – in the words of Len’s diary – in the shit. In 2016, Carver and Hill are repeating the same pattern. Neither needs to work for a living: gum-chewing Carver was pensioned off in her late 40s from her academic post at Bolton University, reportedly after threatening one of her bosses with a sexual harassment case; Hill seemingly made enough from his banking career to be able to record several CDs in an attempt to become the north west’s version of Billy Bragg, albeit with a rather dodgy American accent.